How deep-the sky-hidden by the veil-of night,like a secret treasure,
gentle covered by white clouds who keep the path for dreams...
interwoven colors-in air waves,
swirls scented ephemeral moments,falling on the forehead Time,
which keep eternity-in cloak of stars,
housed-in flimsy folds,emotions,memories,desires.
Is so long time since I close the Gate,
leaving hurried-in search-of a lost piece-of heaven
is so long way and fenced
carved right-in the ridge rock...in my palms,like a coal hot...
a clump of scattered moments bowed among the stars ,to look for beautiful,
unseen-the rings.
Sweep fountain creaked,over the earthly body...encouraging and smiling
fall burned leaves,
entangled colors,and sealed on the trees.
I put my forehead on watershed fountain and hot my palms...to touch the sky.
How wonderful is Heaven and what is quiet moon...
